When the girl found me, I carried no traces of humanity. Unremembered, I became smooth as an egg. Seeing me should have killed her.
Though blind, she could hear my stories. As she listened, my limbs and features reappeared.
I kissed her eyelids and dissolved, tethered to Earth no more.
Becky Kjelstrom watches the night sky and ponders, what is light without dark or the known without the unknown?
Once upon a time, in a faraway land, lived a beautiful princess. She was bored.
She decided to write stories.
“Write what you know,” someone told her once.
“No one will ever read them,” she thought. Dragons, princes, talking frogs… Who would believe such madness?
She told them to children.
Peter Li-ping lives and works in the Northeast of England. He has a background in philosophy and computing and hopes that someone will one day want to publish his fiction.